Still Just Me

Written for:  Friday Writings #45:  War and Peace

"Share your musings on war and/or peace, whether
 literal or symbolic."

Always fought with Mom
from a child
to adult.
So many impulsive moves
to lose who I was,

become someone else.
each return,
I was me.
Try to find still place inside
me to slow my heart.
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A Campsite Too Far

Written for:  Sunday Muse #229
I think I'm going to throw up!

I told you I have to pee.  You need
to find a rest stop NOW!

Mom, Sally's picking her nose again.

Am not!

Jeez, whose idea was it to go camping?
I am not a camping type of pooch.  I like
sniffing around my own neighborhood.  Everyone
knows me, pets me, gives me treats.  Beats
being stuck in this car, traveling to a place too far
away, with a bunch of grimy, whining kids.  A shampoo and
brushing wouldn't go amiss.  I am not at all happy.
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Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub-MTB: Two by Two
(posted by Laura Bloomsbury)

"And so for today’s poetry prompt it’s all about couples, twos, in other words couplets!"

1. The Cote – a poem of uneven couplets attributed to John Schroeder. L1 being a single imperative verb, L2 is a glossing or expansion of L1. Rhyme and meter is of your own choosing. More info here

 For example:

Mix and blend, enjoy the place

Chance upon receptive face

Here are my attempts:

Co-joining independence

Sweet dreams of fancy

Each person allowed their own view

Your eyes hypnotize me

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A Spicy Love

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Spicing it Up
(posted by Merril)

"On dVerse live last week, we were talking about magnetic poetry, and so today I’m going to give you a list of words. Only instead of all the tabs on the magnetic poetry site, this list is all herbs, spices, and flavorings."

"I’ve chosen twenty-five herbs, spices, flavors, and spice combinations—A to Z. Pick at least three for your poem. Use more if you so desire. You may also choose one of the words or phrases for your title."

Aleppo Pepper
Arizona Dreaming
Fennel seed
Garam Masala
Krakow Nights
Mulling spices
Mural of flavor
Mustard Seeds
Sea salt
Sesame Seeds
Sunny Paris
Tuscan Sunset

You are the cinnamon
and nutmeg in my
pumpkin pie.  Sigh.
You ginger me
on Krakow Nights.
Your saffron colors
me in paprika glow. So,
let us go, and witness
a vanilla-scented
Tuscan sunset.

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“a bright shadow”

Written for:  The Twiglets #297 - a bright shadow

As the steely shadows
slid upwards, a bright
rainbow filled the sky.

On a night wall,
shadowy figures 
slipped through,
leaving in their wake
bright halo of an angel.

autumn tree
dressed in brilliant colors
chases shadows away

           The shadow wished to have color
           thinking it would become fuller.
               Yellow leaf said, oh no,
                that is no way to go.
      You'll stand out like me, and dry up duller.
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Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille #160: 
Poem that pack a punch  (posted by whimsygizmo)

"In case you can’t tell, today I’m feeling a little punchy. I’m after the perfect poetic punchline. So grab your word punching bag and get started. Turn a punch recipe into a refreshing poem. Holepunch your way into the lyrical universe, and dive right in. Don’t pull any punches; I want you to punch that writer’s block timeclock and just go for it."

He was punch-drunk,
smelled of skunk.
His head went clunk!
He was in a funk.
He knew he’d flunk
the test–be sunk.
He’d pack a trunk,
filled with his junk,
like jeans, preshrunk,
and his music, punk.
Maybe he’d become a monk.
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Written for:  Poetic Bloommings2 - Prompt #404
The Fall of Autumn

"Your poem will present the essence of autumn, full of descriptive language and imagery. Replete with the colorful sights and aromas. However, your poem will NOT contain the words Fall or Autumn anywhere in your verse. Not in the body and not in the title."

Aromatic apple cider
freshly pressed,
perfumes the air,
delights the tongue.
Plump orange
pumpkins await
picking and pies.
There's a chill
in the air.  Perhaps
a light jacket 
is needed to shoot
hoops across the street
where caramel, burgundy,
and mustard shades
float in a free-form
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Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #570

Words:  eyes, rattle, word, time, longer, pills, search,
        know, game, normal, box, sweet

What's your game?
I would love to know.
You eyes search
my face, your sweetness
charms me, disarms me.
As I begin to feel
a normal comfort 
from you, a box springs
open.  Time tumbles
out in unkind words,
looks of scorn, hisses
of a rattler.  Your two
personalities plague me.
Do you swallow potent
pills, not unlike the liquid
evil ingested by Jekyll,
and Hyde?  Think I need
to be otherwise occupied.
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Who Resides In The Mirror?

Written for:  Sunday Muse #228

"Venture through the vintage images and choose the one that speaks the loudest to your muse.  I look forward to seeing where they lead you!"

Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt
What were you expecting
to see–the wealthy
socialite with her 
superior air, perfect
hair, and insincere
smile?  Shame.  What
can I say, sweetheart,
you are gazing at
the real you–chandeliers
cannot lie.  Small
satisfaction, wealth,
if you are joyless,
and unfulfilled.  That
pinched look, pursed
lips, and steely eyes
display everything you are
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Unsolved Puzzle

Written for:  Friday Writings #44 - To Err Is Human

"For this week’s optional prompt, I invite you to write about a time when we realized we were wrong about something, and what we did after the realization hit us."

Sometimes signs flash
past us too quickly
to take notice.
Moving does not
make life better.

After hearing
constant complaints–
shoveling snow, cold
weather, hating New York–
I could not bear
the talk, talk, talk 
any longer.  I was happy

with my home, but
never one to contemplate,
I agreed to relocate
across the country.  He
developed quirks.
I chose to ignore them.
After the move, changes
in behavior forced me to look.

All friends and family
were in New York.  I needed
support, and finally made
that tough decision to
pack up and move back.
Turns out he was glad.
Although I had to do
all the packing,
and arrangements, I knew
it was for the best.

These last five years
have brought chaos,
fear, and many tears.
I am home.  My sister
is here.  Life remains
an unsolved puzzle.          
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